Torrid
My heart is galloping with the music.
My body, a pendulum, in the human heat.
My eye catches his, vodka gives me a kick.
He moves towards me, stepping with the beat.
My body gasps with his touch on my sway.
My smile beaming through the haze in my mind.
He whispers inaudibles that I giggle away.
His hands go lower; our meeting a grind.
My drunken thoughts envisage a world:
His morning routine, our children, our home
His adoration for me is unfurled –
His hands raise me up as my beer starts to foam.
In the moving loud, I awake below rampaging feet.
The unmusical music unbearable as I rise.
Thoughts go to him as I shuffle through the crowds
Like unfed animals awaiting their meat.
Outside snow startles as my dream, it dies.
Falling cold covers my trail, left in shrouds.
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